Someone warned her that this Doctor runs way behind but she scheduled and appointment with him anyway. There she is in the waiting room trying to muster up the courage to redirect her thoughts to something more positive rather than continue on with the angry rant she has going on in her head:
"My fucking time is just as valuable as yours is, I may not have a college education but I have been well versed in common fucking courtesy!"
The ranting may have stopped but the toe tapping and eye rolling have just begun. She has been waiting for about fifteen minutes and is just about to leave. Before she can make it to the door she hears a gentle voice say: "Chayne, you're up next!"
She turns around and plasters a fake smile on her face. "Dr. Blaze, so nice to see you!"
As she enters his office she observes the mini Apple store docked on his desk. iMac, iPad, iPod, iHome and of course the all American staple an iPhone. The couch is leather and cold on her naked legs. She always insists on wearing revealing clothing yet becomes confused when men stare at her chest when she speaks. It's like a game of cat and mouse with this one.
"So Chayne how can we help today?"
Well Dr. B I want thank you for seeing me so quickly. I don't know how else to say this so I am just going to put it all the way out there: I just can't stop fucking! Dr. B it is like a curse. I have already laid with six men already and the week has just begun. The sad thing is that I have even more dates lined up. In the middle of her sentence she drops her head and begins to cry.
"Chayne, what is coming up right now?"
